Harry and Hermione looked back at Ron sadly for the last look. Hermione tilted her head and asked in surprise: "Harry, do you think that Ron didn't seem to fall like this just now?"

"Huh? Is there any?" Harry trembled all over, and he was still immersed in the fact that Ron was knocked down just now and did not recover.

"Forget it, maybe I've read it wrong." Hermione pursed her lips, shook her head, and rushed towards the wooden door.

Hera watched them leave, then he opened his pockets around his waist casually and stuffed all the broken pieces in.

I hope Professor McGonagall will keep this account on Kilowe.

"Hera, I don't think this is a good choice!"

An old, wise voice sounded, and Dumbledore slowly walked out of the shadow.

Even though the magical mantra on Hera's body has not been lifted, Dumbledore can still sense Hera through magical fluctuations.

"Uh...Professor Dumbledore?" Herra's hand froze, and the pieces of the chess piece almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he still stabilized, otherwise it would make a sound on the ground, which would definitely attract the attention of Harry and Hermione.

"Yes, Hera, I'm very pleased to see you here." Dumbledore said with a chuckling.

Hera stood up, relieved the magical mantra, and said with a wry smile: "So, is this a test for me?"

Dumbledore did not respond, but just quietly turned his eyes to the wooden door, and after about ten seconds, he slowly said: "Qilo has reached the last level, let's go and have a look?"

Looking down at the pieces of the chess piece, Hera knew that Dumbledore would definitely not let him take the opportunity to make a fortune. After all, he showed up on his own initiative, so he nodded and responded.

Dumbledore said nothing, but walked forward with great strides and through a room with a disgusting odor, an eight-eyed giant spider lay motionless on the floor, losing consciousness, and a big bloody lump on his head.

Dumbledore didn't care at all, and directly strided a few steps and stepped over its legs openly.

Hera followed Dumbledore with his nose covered his nose, and the eight-eyed giant spider was full of treasures.

What a pity.

You cannot let its value reach its maximum level.

Harry and the others seemed to have passed through this room, and Herara opened the next door-there is still a price for this.

In the next room, Harry and Hermione were gathering in front of a table, with seven bottles of different shapes lining up.

Hermione read carefully with a piece of parchment.

Dumbledore took out his magic wand and gently tapped Hera and his chest. Two silent illusion spells had been imposed.

Hermione suddenly let out a long tone and smiled.

"It's so wonderful," said Hermione, "this is not magic—this is logical reasoning, a riddle. Many of the greatest wizards have no ability to reason logically, and they have to be trapped here forever."

"Where are we, we can't get out, are we?"

Harry asked stupidly.

Hera could clearly feel that the aura around Dumbledore had changed a bit, and seemed to be shocked by Harry's stupidity.

However, Hera had expected it early in his heart, and Harry was stupid.

No matter what questions he asked, Hera would not be surprised.

Hermione finally reasoned out where to understand the drug.

In fact, even though Hera had never read parchment, he knew the location of the antidote.

At the end of the room was a black sharp fire. The potion that could travel through the sharp fire was obviously not so easy to refine, even Professor Snape.

Therefore, the smallest bottle - only enough for a person to drink, must have passed the black fire potion.

The result was not beyond Hera's expectations, and this was the answer given by Hermione.

Finally, Harry and Hermione distributed the potion, and Harry was responsible for moving forward. Hermione drank another bottle of potion, passed through the flames behind her, went back to find Ron, and sought Dumbledore's rescue.

Hermione had already drunk the potion, headed towards the purple flame behind her, and returned to the previous room.

Hera tilted his head and looked at Dumbledore. If they knew that Dumbledore was standing behind them, they would be shocked!?

Harry took a deep breath and grabbed the smallest bottle. He turned to face the black flame.

"I'm here." He finished, drinking all the liquid in the small bottle in one sip.

Then, Harry looked at a cold war, he put down the bottle and walked forward. He mustered up the courage to see the black flame licking his body, but in that moment he felt nothing, he could see nothing, there was only black flames in front of him. Then, he went to the other side and entered the last room.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Hera looked at the black fire in front of him. He was not as powerful as Dumbledore's magical strength. Dumbledore might be able to force his sword, but he just...

Dumbledore didn't say anything, but in Hera's surprised eyes, the fire was extinguished...

A wooden door was exposed behind it - just like the wooden doors in the previous rooms.

The door handle was twisted, revealing the corridor leading to the next room.

There was already a person inside—unfor all Harry's expectations.

Not Snape, nor even Voldemort.

It's Quirrell!

However, this was completely within the plan of Hera and Dumbledore. The moment they saw Quirrell, they almost laughed out loud.

But Harry was so shocked that he was almost breathless.

"you!"

"It's me."

"But I thought--Snape--"

"Snape?" Kilow laughed. The laughter was not like his usual voice—a sharp and harsh tremor, but a terrifying sneer.

Like the last villain making a speech, Kilowe confides a lot to Harry, and by the way he relieves most of Harry's hostility towards Snape.

It also revealed something that Harry didn't know - Snape was protecting Harry.

Even in the second game, Snape was the referee to ensure that Quirrell no longer harmed Harry.

This series of truths made Harry confused. Kilow just snapped his fingers gently, and a few ropes that rushed out of thin air tied Harry tightly.

"You are too nosy to let you live in the world again..."

Kiro was nagging like an old woman, and Hera was a little annoyed. Don’t you know that too much will lead to mistakes?

I wonder if the villain who is talking nonsense will be defeated by the protagonist of the explosion in the end?

Oh, tied up?

That's all right.

Quirot finally gave up his "resentation of the Magic Stone" and turned around to look at the interesting mirror - Eris Magic Mirror.
Chapter completed!